Chapter 303: Not As A Mother

Yelena was dying of humiliation.

This was her realm.

Her sky.

Her kingdom.

She had soared through these clouds for decades, proud and untouchable, her swords a symbol of her dominion.

Cities below had statues of her.

Temples sang her name.

Young Blessed dreamed of being half as strong as the Sword Maiden.

And now?

Now she floated helplessly, bound by her own swords, legs forced wide apart, dress bunched at her waist, purple panties sliced open and peeled aside like petals.

Her pussy—completely exposed, flushed, glistening was on full display for her own son to admire.

Yelena’s face burned so hot she thought she might combust.

How did this happen?

How did the great battle angel end up like this—spread open like a common whore for her baby boy to stare at?

But Mika wasn’t paying attention to her inner turmoil.

His focus was elsewhere.

His fingers gently brushed the small, curly tuft of crimson pubic hair above her clit.

Yelena trembled at the touch.

"What’s this?" Mika asked, voice teasing and curious. "Not too long ago, this was completely bare. Smooth as silk. But now..." He twirled a curl around his finger. "It’s growing back. Did you glue a little wig down here or something?"

Yelena’s eyes snapped to him, mortified.

"Of course not, you idiot!" She hissed, voice cracking with embarrassment. "Why would I do something so ridiculous?!"

Mika chuckled, still stroking the soft hair.

"I’m a grown woman." She muttered, looking away. "Hair grows. That’s all. It’s just...you’ve been distracting me so much lately, making me scatterbrained. I forgot to shave. That’s it."

She glared at him, cheeks flaming. "And don’t you dare think it’s repulsive! Just because I forgot once—don’t insult me!"

Mika’s expression became caring. His fingers continued their gentle stroking, almost affectionate.

"What are you talking about. It’s not repulsive at all." He said, voice low and warm. "It’s actually adorable. Cute. Matches your hair perfectly—crimson and wavy, just like on your head."

Yelena squirmed, the swords holding her open preventing escape.

"Carpets match the drapes." He teased lightly. "And you know, even Anya’s rainbow down there matches hers too. Guess it runs in the family."

"Don’t compare me to Anya!" Yelena groaned, mortified by the comparison. "She’s so much younger—and she’s my niece! I don’t want to hear about her...her private parts!"

Mika laughed softly, then his gaze turned thoughtful.

"Well." He said, summoning the small dagger again and twirling it between his fingers. "If you forgot to shave...I can fix that for you. Right now."

Yelena’s eyes widened in panic.

"No—no, Mika, you can’t use a blade down there!" She blurted. "That part is sensitive! You have to use the razer, or foam, or—or wax! Not a sharp dagger!"

Mika shook his head, smiling.

"Nah. A Sword Maiden deserves a sword’s touch." He said calmly. "And if anyone’s going to shave the your pussy, it’s going to be with a proper blade and by my hands are steady. Trust me."

Yelena opened her mouth to protest again, but the look in his eyes—confident, possessive, and oddly tender—silenced her.

He wanted to do this.

And some traitorous part of her...wanted to let him.

Mika moved between her spread legs, dagger in one hand, the other gently parting her folds to expose the soft skin beneath the curls.

"Hold still." He murmured. "Wouldn’t want to nick anything important."

The flat of the blade was cool against her skin at first—then the sharp edge kissed her flesh with expert accuracy.

One slow, careful stroke.

A curl fell away.

Another stroke.

More crimson hair drifted down into the open sky.

Yelena’s breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling with every pass of the blade.

The vulnerability was excruciating—legs forced wide, pussy exposed, her son shaving her most intimate place with a weapon sharp enough to cut steel.

But his touch was gentle. Caring. Unbelievably loving.

"Beautiful." He whispered between strokes, voice husky. "Silky smooth already...look at that pretty pink skin underneath. So soft. So perfect."

Another curl gone.

"God, Yelena...having my blade between your legs like this...shaving your pussy bare for me...you have no idea how fucking hot this is."

Yelena whimpered, biting her lip hard.

"Don’t—don’t say things like that—"

But he continued, voice low and filthy as the dagger worked.

"Every little hair gone...making you smooth again...so I can see every inch of this gorgeous cunt. Look how wet you’re getting. Shaving your pussy is turning you on, isn’t it?"

The last curl fell away.

Her mound was completely bare now—smooth, flushed, glistening.

Mika tossed the dagger aside, running his palms over the freshly shaved skin, thumbs brushing her clit and making her jerk.

"That feels nice." He breathed. "So pretty. So clean. All mine."

Yelena could only whimper, tears of shame and arousal in her eyes, as Mika admired his work—her exposed, shaved pussy on full display, owned and claimed in the open sky.

But then he noticed.

A fresh bead of slickness welled at her entrance, dripping slowly downward, falling like a tiny silver thread into the endless sky below.

He chuckled, low and dark.

"Well, well."

He murmured, dragging one finger through her folds and holding it up, letting her see how it glistened.

"What’s this? I brought a dangerous dagger to your pussy, pressed the blade right against your skin...and I thought you’d be dry as a desert well. Completely unaffected."

He pushed one finger inside her without warning.

"Ahhh!♡~" Yelena’s back arched, a sharp cry escaping her lips as her walls clenched greedily around the intrusion.

Mika’s grin widened.

"But look at you." He said, slowly pumping the finger in and out, the wet sounds obscene in the open air. "Soaked. Dripping. Even inside you’re flooding for me."

He added a second finger, curling them expertly, making her hips jerk.

"Seems like the big, scary blade didn’t frighten you at all." He teased, voice dripping with filthy amusement. "It excited you instead. Turned my proud mother into a needy little slut."

Yelena’s heart raced with outrage.

"N-No!" She denied desperately, shaking her head. "Not at all! That’s not—I’m not—!"

But deep inside, a treacherous voice whispered the truth.

’It is exciting.’

’The cold steel against my skin...knowing he controls the blades now...knowing one slip could hurt me...but he won’t let it...he’s in complete control...’

’And that danger...that edge...it’s making me so wet I can’t think...’

Mika leaned closer, dagger in one hand, fingers still thrusting slowly inside her with the other.

"We’ll see." He said softly, eyes gleaming. "We’ll see if the famous Blade Maiden really gets off on having her own swords turn against her."

He brought the tip of the dagger to her mound again, letting her feel the cool, unyielding metal.

Yelena shivered violently.

"N-No...Mika, that’s scary." She protested weakly, voice trembling. "It’s not exciting at all...please, be careful..."

But her pussy clenched harder around his fingers, another gush of wetness coating his hand.

Mika dragged the edge slowly up her slit, pressing just enough for her to feel the pressure without danger, circling her swollen clit with the cold metal.

"Scary?" He echoed, voice low and dirty. "Your pussy doesn’t think so. Look how it’s kissing the blade. Fluttering every time the steel touches it."

"You’re dripping all over my dagger, Yelena. Filthy little thing, aren’t you?"

Yelena whimpered, hips twitching despite herself.

"No...I’m not...it’s just cold...that’s all..."

Mika circled her clit again, slower, letting the edge tease the sensitive hood.

"Cold?" He murmured. "Or is it because your baby boy is holding a dangerous weapon against your needy cunt?"

"Because he could hurt you...but he won’t."

"Because you trust him completely. And that trust, that surrender is making you soak like a desperate whore."

"Mmmm!♡~ Nooo!♡~" Yelena’s breath hitched, a soft moan slipping out before she could stop it.

Mika’s fingers inside her curled harder, stroking that spot that made her see stars.

"Admit it." He coaxed, voice velvet and sin. "Tell me how good it feels...having your son tease this pretty pussy with a sword."

"Knowing one wrong move could cut you. Knowing how the very same swords control have turned against you. Knowing you’re getting fingered by the boy you raised."

"Tell me how good it feels, Yelena!"

The blade traced lower, sliding between her folds, cool metal kissing hot, wet flesh.

And finally—Yelena’s resistance crumbled.

"It...It feels..." She whispered, voice breaking. "So good...so dangerous...so wrong..."

Mika’s smile was pure triumph.

"That’s it." He praised, pressing the side of the blade against her clit and rubbing while his fingers fucked her steadily. "Good girl. Moan for me. Let me hear how much you love your baby boy playing with your cunt like this."

Yelena’s head fell back, a loud, shameless moan tearing from her throat.

"Mika—oh god—yes—don’t stop—!"

Her hips rolled desperately, chasing the cold steel and hot fingers, her body no longer her own.

"Such a filthy woman." He growled, leaning closer, breath hot against her ear. "The great Yelena, legendary Battle Angel, spread wide in the sky...dripping all over a dangerous dagger held by her own son."

He twisted his fingers inside her, scissoring them wide, stretching her as the blade traced her entrance.

"You’re gushing, Yelena. Soaking my hand. Your pussy’s clenching like it never wants me to leave."

"All because I’m teasing you with a sword that could cut you...but won’t. Because you trust me. Because you want me to push you right to the edge."

Yelena sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks, body arching as far as the restraints would allow.

"It’s too much—Mika—please!♡~"

"Please what?" He taunted, slowing his fingers to a torturous pace, the dagger pressing harder into her quivering hole. "Please stop? Or please make you come harder than you ever have in your life?"

She couldn’t answer—only whimpered, hips jerking helplessly.

He sped up again, fingers thrusting deep and fast, the wet sounds obscene in the open sky.

"That’s right." He rasped. "Take it. Take your son’s fingers fucking this greedy pussy while a blade teases your clit. Feel how dangerous it is. How wrong. How fucking perfect."

Yelena’s moans turned to broken cries, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

"Mika—Mika—I’m—!"

"Come for me, Yelena!" He commanded, voice dark and possessive. "Come all over your son’s fingers! Squirt for me like the filthy, needy woman you are."

"Show me how much you love being teased by danger by me!"

The intensity shattered her.

"Ah!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Ahhhhhhh!♡~ Haaaa!♡~"

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

A scream ripped from her throat as her pussy convulsed, squirting in powerful, messy arcs that splashed against the dagger and his hand, raining down into the endless sky below.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

Wave after wave crashed through her, body jerking helplessly in the swords grip, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her face.

Mika watched every second, eyes burning with dark possession, fingers still moving inside her, drawing out every last spasm, every drop.

When she finally went limp, panting and trembling, body utterly spent, he leaned down and kissed her tear-streaked cheek.

"Good girl." He whispered, voice rough with satisfaction. "My naughty little Yelena."

He then lowered his head until his lips hovered just above her slick folds.

Yelena’s eyes trembled in fresh panic.

"M-Mika—no—wait—!"

But his tongue was already out.

The first lick dragged from her entrance all the way up to her clit, broad and flat, tasting every drop of her release.

Yelena’s entire body jolted, a sharp, broken cry tearing from her throat.

"Ahhhh!♡~ Nooo!♡~ God nooo!♡~ Mmmm!♡~"

He didn’t stop.

He licked again, deeper this time, tongue parting her lips, delving into her heat, curling to scoop out her slickness and swallow it down with a low, satisfied groan.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

His hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as he feasted: long, slow licks that cleaned her, then shorter, faster flicks against her clit that made her hips buck.

He spread her wider with his thumbs, exposing every pink, glistening inch, and plunged his tongue inside her, fucking her with it in steady thrusts.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

The wet sounds were obscene, echoing in the open sky—slurping, sucking, the occasional hum of pleasure vibrating against her clit.

Yelena’s hands that were released flew to his hair, fingers tangling, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

Her mind was a storm of turmoil.

’This is wrong—stop him—say something—anything!’

’He’s your son. Your baby. You’re supposed to protect him, not let him—oh god—not let him lick you there—’

’But it feels...’

’It feels so good...’

’H-His tongue is so hot, so strong, pushing inside me, tasting me like I’m something delicious...’

’I should stop this. This was the whole point—to make him stop. To set boundaries.’

’But my body...my body doesn’t want him to stop.’

’All week he’s been touching me, teasing me, making me feel things I shouldn’t...and I let him. I didn’t fight hard enough. And now...now I can’t...’

Her fingers tightened in his hair—not pushing.

Pulling.

Pulling him closer.

Her legs wrapped around his shoulders, heels digging into his back as she arched into his mouth.

’Just this once...’

’Just let me feel it...’

’I’m not his mother right now...’

’I’m just a woman...’

’A woman being eaten alive by the man she loves...’

Mika groaned against her, tongue thrusting deeper, lips sealing around her clit to suck hard.

Yelena’s moan was loud, raw, utterly shameless.

"Yes—Mika—right there—!"

"Lick me right there—! Oh yes, baby! Oh yeah!"

Her internal voice fractured completely.

’I’m a terrible mother...’

’But I don’t care...’

’I just want more...’

’More of his tongue...more of him...’

She ground against his face, thighs clamping around his head, fingers pulling him impossibly closer as he devoured her with relentless, worshipful hunger.

The sky spun above her.

And Yelena surrendered.

Not as a mother.

But as a woman.

Completely, undeniably his.